#teo hernández

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-Meshes of the Afternoon (Maya Deren & Alexander Hammid, 1943) -Tables d’hiver (Teo Hernández, 1979)  

[pierppasolini]

Salomé (1976) // dir. Teo Hernández

[capfly]

Mâyâ (1979) - Teo Hernández

[asinglemanpdf]

Lacrima Christi, Teo Hernández, 1980

[thelastgoodcountry]

Salomé, Teo Hernández, 1976

[rrrauschen]

Teo Hernández, {1983} L'Eau de la Seine

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Gong (1981)

[12tableaux]

On 'Corps Aboli' (1978) by Teo Hernández

A dance of two incommensurable bodies — one onto which, invariably, the gaze inscribes its perception and another which possesses, directs the gaze. What becomes possible in this dance however, is a meeting of the two without one to the other becoming same; the dancer and the camera remain forever distanced yet find themselves entangled in an unconsummated carress, in the same manner that the wind grazes my hand's grasp. As such every regime of the body is laid waste to; all signification is worthless for the body, at once, becomes nothing more and so much more than it already is. The dancer's body then, is no longer a thing to be gazed upon: "his body no longer perceptible, his soul a fire on display." [1] Instead, the gaze joins in onto its dance as the two together become nothing but pure motion — dance as a manner of being in the world. It is a marvelous little film, an a-signifying machine which shows that other gazes and perceptions always remain possible still.

[1] https://ultradogme.com/2023/06/30/the-cinema-of-teo-hernandez/

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August 30, 2023 • 📸: Lindsey Wasson

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I’m gonna cry this is so cute 🥹🥹

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Tables d’hiver (Teo Hernández, 1979)

[pierppasolini]

Cristaux (1978) // dir. Teo Hernández

[travisdermotts]

was going through old photos on my phone and found my selfies with hernandez and granderson and I think I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep now :')

[asinglemanpdf]

14, Bina Garden, Teo Hernández, 1968

[bocadosdefilosofia]

«Supongamos que uno de nosotros sea creado de una sola vez y perfectamente, pero sus ojos están velados y no pueden ver las cosas exteriores; fue creado sosteniéndose en el aire, o, mejor aún, en el vacío, a fin de que la resistencia del aire que pudiera sentir no le impresionase. Sus miembros están separados para que no puedan encontrarse ni tocarse. Entonces reflexiona y se pregunta si su propia existencia está probada; sin tener duda alguna afirmará que existe. A pesar de esto, él no habrá experimentado sus manos, ni sus pies, ni lo íntimo de sus entrañas; ni un corazón, ni un cerebro, ni ninguna cosa exterior, sino que él afirmará que existe, sin esta que tenga una longitud, una anchura y una profundad.».

Avicena (Ibn Sĩnã): Sobre metafísica (antología). Revista de Occidente, pág. 53. Madrid, 1950.

TGO

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